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destiny. There were times when you wanted to say no, wanted desperately to say no, for reasons you might not understand. And there were times when what you wanted meant nothing compared to what you were meant to do.
    That, too, was destiny.
    He was afraid, uncomfortably afraid, that this was one of those times when his desires meant nothing.
    He heard the car straining its way up his hill before he saw it. And nearly smiled. Sebastian had built high and built solitary, and the narrow, rutted lane leading up to his home was not welcoming. Even a seer was entitled to some privacy. He spotted the car, a smudge of dull gray, and sighed.
    They were here. The quicker he turned them back, the better.
    He started out of the bedroom and down the steps, a tall man, nearly six-five in his booted feet, lean of hip and wide of shoulder. His black hair swept dramatically back from his forehead and fell over the collar of his denim shirt, curling a bit there. His face was set in what he hoped were polite but inaccessible lines. The strong, prominent bones gifted to him by his Celtic ancestors jutted against skin made dusky by his love of the sun.
    As he walked down, he trailed a hand along the silky wood of the banister. He had a love for texture, as well, the smooth and the rough. The amethyst he wore on one hand winked richly.
    By the time the car had chugged its way to the top of the drive and Mel had gotten over her first astonishment at the sight of the eccentric and somehow fluid structure of wood and glass he called home, Sebastian was standing on the porch.
    It was as if a child had tossed down a handful of blocks and they had landed, by chance, in a fascinating pattern of ledges that had then fused together. That was what she thought as she stepped out of the car and was assaulted by the scents of flowers, horses, and the trailing wind from the sea.
    Sebastian’s gaze flicked over Mel, and lingered a moment as his eyes narrowed. With the faintest of frowns, he looked away and focused on Rose.
    “Mrs. Merrick?”
    “Yes, Mr. Donovan.” Rose felt a bubble rise to her throat that threatened to boil into a sob. “It’s so kind of you to see me.”
    “I don’t know if it’s kind or not.” He hooked his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans as he studied them. Rose Merrick wore a plain, painfully neat blue dress that hung a bit on her hips. As if she’d recently lost weight. She’d taken some care with her makeup, but, judging by the way her eyes were shining, it wouldn’t last long.
    He struggled against sympathy.
    The other woman hadn’t bothered overmuch with appearances, which made her all the more intriguing. Like Sebastian, she was wearing jeans and boots, both well used. The T-shirt she’d tucked into the waistband of her jeans had probably been a bright red at one time, but was now faded with many washings. She wore no jewelry, no cosmetics. What she did wear—and Sebastian saw it as clearly as he did the color of her hair and eyes—was attitude.
Bad
attitude.
    You’re a tough one, aren’t you
… He scanned for her name and was thudded by a whirl of feeling—a kind of mental static—that told him this one was in as much emotional turmoil as Rose Merrick.
    Terrific.
    Rose was already moving forward. Sebastian was trying to stand aside, to remain dispassionate, but he knew he was losing. She was fighting those tears, the ones he could feel burning out of her heart.
    There was nothing on earth that weakened a man like a courageous woman.
    “Mr. Donovan. I won’t take up much of your time. I just need …”
    Even as her words trailed off, Mel was by her side. The look she shot at Sebastian was anything but friendly. “Are you going to let us come in and sit down, or are we just going to …”
    Now she was the one whose words trailed off. It wasn’t threatening tears that robbed her of her voice. It was utter shock.
    His eyes. It was all she could think for an instant, and indeed she thought it so